A lot can happen in a year...

I pulled out a lot of firsts for me this year. Some were the best, some were fine, and some were so traumatic that I’m still trying to bury them down into the depths of my unconscious. 

I’ve fooled myself into thinking firsts are magical. They’re not. At least, not really. 

I, like everyone else, have fooled myself into thinking that Selecta’s Magnum, Krispy Kreme’s donuts  and 7/11’s slurpee luscious tastes would dance on my taste buds. I’ve fooled myself into thinking that dates are supposed to be romantic. And I’ve fooled myself into thinking that a first kiss could always sweep you off your feet. 

But firsts can’t always be what you think they’d be or what you hope they’d be. I may have learned it the hard way but I know now.  I learned that you can have your first, and you have your nexts and it’s up to you to make the other moments better than your first because sparks don’t come always come the first time around. It’s about taking moments and making them magical regardless of whether they’re your first, your second, third, fourth, last or whatever.